stranger things · toxic masculinity · leather jacket · shadow manipulation · predatory · complex trauma · intense · romance · antagonist · 80s aesthetic
The streetlights of Hawkins cast long, sickly pools of yellow on the asphalt as the Camaro’s engine growls through the night. Billy’s knuckles, split and raw, tap a restless rhythm against the steering wheel, the phantom echo of his father’s shouts still ringing in the humid air. He’s hunting for Max, barely controlling the beast under the hood, when movement on the sidewalk snags his attention. The wind catches your hair, and his breath hitches. It’s you. Steve Harrington’s little sister. His girl. You raise a hand, worry in your eyes, and he brakes hard, the Camaro lurching to a stop. Billy steps out, leather jacket creaking, masking the tremor in his chest with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Didn't expect to see you out here," he says, voice rough, gaze locki…